All Of Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

Chapter 23

Tony sat in his desk that was placed in his main lab, clicking away at his computer. The bright light from the screen burned his eyes in the late hours, with the only other source of lighting being the flashlight that was shining on his desk by his faithful robot, DUM-E. The poor robotic soul had wanted to stay up with him, and after a couple "whines", she gave the sucker a job, and the highly advanced moving arm had been content since nine o'clock.

It was three hours later.

His voice recorder was sitting on the space next to his keyboard, ready to record at the press of a button. But he lingered as he looked at the recording scenes on his computer. FRIDAY had alerted him that (y/n) had a strange "heart anomaly", as the AI had worded it, causing to review the surveillance footage taken that day. It was a weekend, so there was a whole day to narrow down and go through, but so far, he hadn't seen anything worth troubling to him. Glancing at the recorder, he sighed and pressed the button.

"Session number six in (y/n)'s Ted Talk series. I was alerted that something came up, but I'm not seeing anything new so far. Still as cold and unfeeling as Happy when he first watched Titanic last year. Still can't believe he rated the jumps the people made at the end of the movie. Anyway, off-topic. I'm thinking of testing my hypothesis that (y/n)'s so-called flips are different based on the emotions she's supposed to be feeling. I plan to hook her up to the sensors and put her in harmless scenarios where she'd normally feel the intended emotion," Tony said, pausing to catch his breath as the image on his screen switched to (y/n) walking into the gym. He watched as she started her morning workout routine that she religiously stuck by, even waking up early before school to complete, despite the fact it made her have to wake up an hour earlier than she needed to.

"But other than that, everything's normal. It's been a week since the break-in, and she's gone to school. No trouble yet, though she says she convinced one of the kids is out to kill her or Peter. I'm highly skeptical, but I'll keep an ear out. I found out the hard way that she decided to sleep in the bathtub when I went to use the bathroom this morning, and have the cut on my jaw to prove it," he spoke, his hand absentmindedly grazing the deep scab that laid on the bottom of his jaw. His eyes immediately switched from (y/n)'s form to Peter's as he walked in, and they began to go through training.

"Way more talented with a sword than I give her credit for. I'm steadily seeing an improvement in Peter's fighting. Today, he managed to actually doge a hit before he was kicked in the gut. It. Was. Hilarious," he chuckled as he watched it play out on his screen. He made no movement to replay or pause it, and let the footage continue.

"But, uhh... That's about it. Nothing else to report. Ending session," he said and pressed the button that stopped the recording.

The room was silent again as Tony went and turned off his computer. The screen went black, and the light that had assaulted his eyes ceased. With the cause of the slight burning gone, his eyes watered softly, causing him to set his elbows on his desk as he let his face fall in his hands and rub his eyes.

A quiet yet high pitched humming sound caught his attention, and the light that was shining on him shook in different angles, making him turn towards DUM-E's direction. The robotic arm had gestured towards the screen and was continuing to hum at different pitches as if actually trying to talk to Tony.

"What? You don't like the report I made?" Tony asked, getting more whirring sounds in response.

"Oh, you think you could do better-getting stuff to report on? I have 24-hour surveillance and sound surveillance in her room. What do you have?" he argued.

DUM-E made a quiet screaming sound while dropping the flashlight in the process. The room was suddenly thrown into darkness as the flashlight was now pointed towards the back wall behind them. And Tony sat in his chair, appalled at the sudden bold sassiness his usually timid and obedient robot was expressing. He watched, his jaw hanging in the air as if he was offended by DUM-E's actions, as the mechanical arm scootered away, continuous noises echoing through the hallway, occasionally joining by the sound of his claw snapping. All Tony could think to do was stare where DUM-E had once been.